Monday, October 31, 2005


I listened to some songs off of Dave Matthew's latest album and got to thinking. It must be hard to be married to or date a famous musician. As the musician's muse, I bet there's a lot of pressure to ensure that you keep the romance alive. Ya can't really nag him about picking up his socks or not doing the dishes, otherwise you'll put him in a sour mood and he'll only write angry songs. Ya have to be sweet, kind, loving and affectionate. There should be the occasional plate-throwing fights, otherwise we won't get the syrupy sadness like that of Damien Rice. For the most part, though, ya gotta be nice.

These are the random thoughts that go through my head as I clean the house while listening to DMB. Stay tuned for thoughts while listening to Stone Temple Pilots and organizing the junk drawer.

"If we wonder often, the gift of knowledge will come." - American Indian Proverb

Sunday, October 30, 2005

Them's Good Eatin'

While I try to ensure that all my meals are yummy (otherwise what's the point in eating, right?), I've had some especially yummy meals lately.

Thursday night I had the pleasure of hanging out with Tori, Lynn and South African Ballerina Jen at a relatively new Los Angeles eatery called "Nook." I had the sauteed brown rice bowl with oven dried tomatoes, asparagus, broccoli, carrots and tofu. Jen ordered the same thing but with chicken. I also added a poached egg. Not only was it extremely delicious and filling, but it was almost 100% Weight Watchers friendly (minus the sautee-ing)! I also tasted some of Tori and Lynn's dishes, so I can easily say that there are plenty of mouth-watering options. We split the chocolate banana bread pudding, which the waitress described as "life-changing." I may have to agree. I'll be taking Brent to Nook soon.

After the gym Saturday morning Brent and I went to the Omelette Parlor in Santa Monica to enjoy one of our new favorite breakfasts: steel cut oatmeal with strawberries, bananas, raisins and walnuts. It's an edible hug, comforting us from the inside out. As long as we don't get pooped on by a bird while dining in the back patio (it happened to Brent once), it's a very enjoyable meal.

This morning we ventured over to the Lazy Daisy Cafe. We'd previously enjoyed turkey burgers there and were excited to try their breakfast. We both ordered the bruschetta eggs - roma tomatoes, olive oil, garlic over an egg and toast. It was the perfect amount of food and tasty to the last bite.

Tonight we joined Brent's parents for the most amazing meal of them all at Cucina Paradiso. Brent and I split grilled polenta with mushrooms for our appetizer. I then had a lemon chicken and Brent had steak. We split a chocolate banana tart for dessert. Thankfully before we left to meet his parents tonight I had just completed an hour and a half of Dance Dance Revolution, so I don't feel too guilty because our food was sinfully delicious!

"B.A., going up to a traffic cop who's writing out a ticket for your van, and eating the citation right in front of his face, absolutely falls under starting trouble." - Amy, The A-Team

Diaper Doody

Saturday night Brent and I jumped at the chance to babysit the always adorable Hallie, the daughter of our "married friends" Josh and Jami. (After Brent and I get married, I'm assuming we won't be calling them our "married friends" anymore since we'll have joined the club. I guess we'll just call everyone else our "single friends.")

Josh and Jami enjoyed an adults-only night out on the town while Brent and I enjoyed all of Hallie's 19-month-old traits. While Brent was trying to catch the end of the UCLA game, Hallie had fun grooming him. She thought nothing was funnier than Brent wearing one of her barrettes. She also had a blast brushing his hair.

Brent gets a makeover

The best part of all was when I was putting her to bed, she specifically asked for Brent. When he came in the room, she said, "Brent!" and then, "Diaper!" while pointing at hers. We were in hysterics that she was requesting that Brent change her diaper. He tried to get out of it, "I don't think that's what she said." I replied, "Ya can't get much clearer than that. She looked at you, said your name and pointed to her diaper." Kids say the darndest things.

UPDATE: Um, so I talked to Josh this morning. Apparently when they woke up and changed Hallie on Sunday morning, they discovered that.....we had put the diaper on BACKWARDS! I thought it looked a little high in the back, but to me it made sense because adult underwear is bigger in the back and smaller in the front, so we assumed a kid's diaper would be, too. Josh and Jami got quite a laugh out of it, thankfully. Looks like Brent and I will have to find some parents' manuals before we pop out any kids of our own.

[after smelling the Sex Panther cologne] "Ugh... it smells like a used diaper... filled with... Indian food!"' - Veronica Corningstone, Anchorman: The Legend of Ron Burgandy

Wednesday, October 26, 2005

Think Tank

To encourage more comments, Brent says I should write more about what I think rather than just what happens to me.

I think:
- people who make sex noises while Spinning are weird, especially when they're right behind me
- a long overdue haircut can make me feel fun, fabulous and fashionable
- scary movies are the perfect excuse to cuddle with loved ones
- candles, avocados and novelty slippers are the world's best inventions
- people should NOT make negative comments about the food that someone else is eating (e.g. "That has so many preservatives!")
- that it's ok I under-tipped a waitress for the first time last weekend because we had to wait more than a half hour after she cleared our plates to get the bill
- you'll get much better service in retail, especially if you are trying to get a problem resolved, if you kill them with kindness
- cinnamon and pumpkin scents = holiday season
- the upcoming People's Sexiest Men issue, in my opinion, should include Wentworth Miller, Patrick Dempsey and Harry Connick Jr.

"We are what we think. All that we are arises with our thoughts. With our thoughts, we make the world." - Buddha

Tuesday, October 25, 2005

You got your moxie in my chocolate! No, you got your chocolate in my moxie!

A couple nights ago while Brent and I were watching TV a commercial came on for some chocolate called "Choxie." The ad was vibrant, featuring themed-rooms and models to represent the various flavors.

Me: Wow. Looks like someone is using Target's advertising agency.
Brent: No kidding.
Me: This looks just like a Target commercial. Mmm....that chocolate looks yummy!

Just then the commercial ended with the big red Target logo.

Brent: :::bursts into hysterical laughter at our observation::: Well, they found their target audience.

Apparently Target is launching its own brand of chocolate called Choxie, with crazy flavors like Chile Limon Truffle Tiles, Chai Tea Truffle Temptations (YUM!!!), Artisan Truffle Tiles, and Ancho Chile Chocolates. I'm really not a big fan of chocolate (read: ok, I SAY I'm not a big fan of chocolate but apparently I am). Pairing that tidbit of my psyche with the extreme consumer in me (i.e., I'll buy anything that's shiny, striped, or polka-dotted), they had me at "hello."

Sunday, November 6 they'll be having an in-store tasting for Choxie. If you need me, I'll be running through the aisles on a sugar high.

By the way, have you ever seen this awesome site? They posted about Choxie yesterday (but I promise I didn't read it until after I decided to post about the same topic!) I keep forgetting to add it to my blogroll. I think Hil and justJENN have mentioned it previously.

"Nine out of ten people like chocolate. The tenth person always lies." - John Q. Tullius

Monday, October 24, 2005

Get in my belly!

Behold my nephew Jayden! He's three months old and so chubby! Tons of fat bracelets and anklets. I just wanna gobble him up. I need to go visit him again, but this photo will have to hold me over in the meantime.

"What guides us is children's response, their joy in learning to dance, to sing, to live together. It should be a guide to the whole world." - Yehundi Menuhin

Sunday, October 23, 2005

Weekend - The Sequel

Thought I'd continue discussing our weekend adventures with a pictorial.

Yesterday Brent brought these home from Whole Foods:
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This morning we made one of our almost-weekly trips to the lovely Santa Monica Farmer's Market, where we had yummy omelettes and the BEST organic Tiger Spice chai. We bought some great tomatoes, nectarines, oranges, basil and strawberries.
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Then we went to David's Bridal where I ordered my dress and shoes for Andrea's wedding (July 1, 2006). The zipper on the dress I tried on got stuck and they had to cut the zipper to get me out!

We dropped by IKEA with the intention of just looking, but left with bags full of stuff. The same thing happened at the new nearby Target. (By the way, I love new Targets - so fresh and so clean!)

We already owned these frames from IKEA, but bought pics to go in them for our bathroom.
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"Money talks...but all mine ever says is good-bye." - Anonymous

A Picture Share!

Our #1 bike thief suspect, caught red-pawed on our balcony looking at my bike!

Saturday, October 22, 2005

Barenaked Eyebrows

This morning Brent and I bought tickets to the Barenaked Ladies show in Santa Monica in December. They are great live, and we got pretty good seats.

I met my friend Eric for lunch and a movie while Brent attended the UCLA game. We saw "In Her Shoes." I had read the book, so I was a little skeptical about the movie as the book version's almost always better. However, the movie didn't disappoint. They cast it perfectly and it flowed nicely. And let me just say that old people are funny.

I then headed over to the mall where I had my eyebrows threaded for the first time. I'd heard about a new Indian salon called Ziba. I've given up on waxing because of the scabs and even plucking had left me scabbed. I told the threader (if that's what I should call him) that I had never done it before. I asked to have my brows and lip done. Well, he started with my brows and it was so freakin' painful! My eyes started watering and as always when someone messes with my face I started sneezing. When he was done with my brows, he warned me that he was going to do my lip next. I asked, hopefully, "Will the lip hurt as much as the brows?" He nodded, "It'll hurt more." I think I left nail marks on the chair. I have to admit, though, that it was worth it. I don't have any scars or scabs, like the results of my previous hair removal adventures. And my brows and lip look great!

"You remember the Mona Lisa? That dreadful woman with no eyebrows who wouldn't sit still?" The Doctor, Doctor Who

Friday, October 21, 2005

Weight and See

I haven't posted about my weight loss victories lately because I've been on somewhat of a plateau the past few weeks. However, I was very happy at my weigh-in this morning when I discovered I lost 4.4 pounds, down to a total loss of 22.2 pounds! Granted, some of that may be due to the freakin' colonoscopy this week, but I'm not going to look a gift horse (or colon....ew, I know) in the mouth.

In other news, I ordered my fabulous wedding shoes this week. They're very pretty. I'll tell ya this much - I didn't order these, even if the dancing queen in me was tempted:

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Apparently these flashing shoes are big with the prom go-ers. If they had goldfish in the heel, I might have been tempted.

"Look, spaghetti arms. This is my dance space. This is your dance space. I don't go into yours, you don't go into mine. You gotta hold the frame." - Johnny, Dirty Dancing

Tuesday, October 18, 2005

**Insert Witty Colon Pun Here**

Today was the big day - had to have my first colonoscopy. Brent, who plays nurse quite well, took me to the hospital. I was a little scared when I walked into the pre-procedure room to find rows of curtained rooms. The woman in the next curtain cubicle was moaning in pain, and I think I heard someone sobbing quietly. "Oh great," I thought. "What the hell did I get myself into?"

After reminding myself that I had to fight to get this done, that I demanded it, I calmed down. I had a really nice Filipino nurse who reminded me of my mom. She joked with me as she took my blood pressure and temperature. Then it was time for the surprisingly worst part of the whole thing- the insertion of the IV into my arm. The nurse tried to insert it near my wrist, but she had a hard time finding my vein. The pain, coupled with my own mental freakout as I started to think about my dad, resulted in my bursting into tears. The nurse had to call someone else over to help, while apologizing for making me cry. I tried to tell her I was just being emotional, that it wasn't her fault. The other nurse came over and said that my prep last night may have "dried" me out a bit, making it difficult to find that vein. So they went with a vein near the bend in my arm instead.

After that, it was all a piece of cake. Seriously. They wheeled me into another room. Joked about "knowing their shit," hooked me up to some oxygen and monitoring machines, and the next thing I know, I was back in the pre/post-procedure room. I don't even remember them giving me the anesthesia. Damn, that stuff is good. Oh, and the doctor said everything looked normal, so I'm all good.

When Brent took me home, I was definitely hungry, so we stopped at Koo Koo Roo to pick up some food. I nibbled a bit, then we came home where I slept for a couple hours. When I awoke from my nap, I was still pretty groggy, but nowhere near as bad as I would have expected. And best of all, I have peace of mind... at least for five more years.

"Have a bias toward action - let's see something happen now. You can break that big plan into small steps and take the first step right away." - Indira Gandi

Monday, October 17, 2005

It Wasn't Not Funny!*

You know what's not fun? Not eating.

*Anyone know what my blog title is from? After 14+ years, I STILL use that quote!

Sunday, October 16, 2005

Weekend Round-Up

Why do the weekends always fly by so quickly?

One of my favorite type of cinema experiences is seeing a great indie film. Luckily we live just a few blocks away from an indie theater. This weekend we saw The Squid and The Whale, a strange yet endearing story about a family dealing with divorce. It had some shocking moments and it was cast perfectly. I really do enjoy the not-so-Hollywood perspective.

As I mentioned previously, Brent and I spent Saturday volunteering at a PR event. The experience was really great. We mostly focused on some basic PR tools - leveraging events, identifying the appropriate reporters/editors, the best way to reach out to those editors. I'd like to think that the advice we gave to those four organizations will get them on their way.

Today I finally took Brent up on his offer and joined him on a short jog. I ran further than I expected, but still have a long, long way to go. I won't be working out for the next couple days because I'm going to be busy prepping for sunshine, rainbows and butterflies - also known as a colonoscopy. Although I'm technically too young to have my first one (according to guidelines I should wait until I'm 36), I'd rather deal with a little bit of pain to have peace of mind and, if worse comes to worst, deal with any potential problems now than have to go through a fraction of what my dad and grandmother did. In preparation for Tuesday's visit to sunshine land, tomorrow I won't be able to eat - just clear liquids. So if I leave a grumpy comment on your blog tomorrow, you'll know why. A hungry Nanette = an irritable Nanette.

"Oop... I almost forgot. I won't be able to make it fellas. Veronica and I trying this new fad called uh, jogging. I believe it's jogging or yogging. it might be a soft j. I'm not sure but apparently you just run for an extended period of time. It's supposed to be wild." - Ron Burgundy, Anchorman

Thursday, October 13, 2005

Fully Engaged

My photographer sent me some "teaser" pics from our engagement photo session. We get the proofs next week. Thought I'd share a few of my favorites here! (There are a couple more in my Flickr page - the little block of pictures on the right side of this page.)

"No matter how slow the film, Spirit always stands still long enough for the photographer It has chosen." - Minor White

Wednesday, October 12, 2005

Ryan started the fire!

You know you're from Los Angeles when you overhear someone say, "I was up late last night working on my house" and you automatically think they are somehow involved with the Fox show House.

One of my client's products is going to featured on an upcoming episode of Grey's Anatomy. A co-worker of mine and I keep joking that we'd be happy to hand-delivery the product to Dr. McDreamy.

Brent and I just signed up to volunteer at a really cool event this weekend. It pairs PR professionals with non-profits who can't afford to hire a PR person or agency team. We're going to meet with four non-profits for 75 minutes each to brainstorm ideas on how they can increase their visibility. I'm really excited, and Brent and I get to work together! I've always wanted to use my PR skills to volunteer for a non-profit, but I've never been able to commit enough time. This is a perfect way to help four organizations at once!

Random question: anyone have suggestions for a good concealer and/or potions to get rid of under-eye circles? I'm trying to wear my contacts, but now I have to take care of the under-eye circles I have (from my allergies). Someone at work thought I was sick because I looked so tired, even though I wasn't! There are a few Benefit products I may try out, but I figured I'd poll my two readers first.

"I went to all sorts of funerals as a child. My uncle's a mortician. Lovely man. He's offered to do my make-up for the wedding." - Daphne, Frasier

Sunday, October 09, 2005

Weekend Update

Yesterday I bought some fabulous new knee-high brown boots (on sale at Robinsons-May), a smaller bra because apparently when you lose weight your boobs shrink (which is fine by me), and some yummy vanilla soap and lotion from Bath and Body Works. This is what happens when Brent leaves me alone for a few hours. By the way, according to signage Bath and Body Works is finally opening an online store.

Today we saw A History of Violence. First, I love me some Viggo Mortensen. Second, the movie was pretty good. It's REALLY intense, emotional, gory and includes quite a racy sex scene. Not your standard Hollywood fodder, I'll tell ya that.

I was thiiiiis close to making cupcakes today. I've been craving them, especially since Hilary has been baking up a storm and posting pictures of her yummy creations. I want to make some yummy diet cupcakes that everyone on Weight Watchers talks about. You take any cake mix, add a can of diet soda and bake as directed. I've made them once previously with chocolate cake and diet Coke and they were delicious. I want to make a lemon mix with either Diet Mt. Dew or Diet Sprite and use Fat Free Cool Whip to replace the frosting. Hopefully I'll have to time to do that this week.

"Don't spit on my cupcake and tell me it's frosting." - Judge Judy

Saturday, October 08, 2005

Blogging about blogging

Sometimes I crack up when I'm surfing various blogs, especially ones I don't think anyone else I know reads, only to find other bloggers I regularly read posting comments on those sites. It's almost like running into someone unexpectedly at your favorite hole-in-the-wall restaurant. "You like this place, too?!?! Don't they have the best daiquiris?"

I also get a kick out of seeing blog posts about topics I'd write about, especially when I haven't yet. Current example: Fiona Apple's new CD, Extraordinary Machine. I've been listening to it since they started streaming it on We also saw her a few weeks ago, where she performed the title song. I went to buy the CD Thursday at Target, but they aren't carrying it! I tried to go to Best Buy Thursday after dinner to buy it, but I arrived after they closed. I finally got it last night. You can read reviews from Jen, KVB and Kiki. I love the album and so do they. That's like running into someone unexpectedly at a concert. "Wait! You're the Bakersfield/Seattle/DC chapter fan club president? I'm the Los Angeles chapter president! Awesome!"

So, obviously I recommend her album. My favorite songs are "Extraordinary Machine" and "Tymps." I also recommend checking out her site, especially the video section for a clip featuring her producer's kids. Go to "video" and click on Week 4. So cute!

"If there was a better way to go then it would find me. I can't help it the road just rolls out behind me. Be kind to me or treat me mean. I'll make the most of it I'm an extraordinary machine." - Fiona Apple, Extraordinary Machine

Wednesday, October 05, 2005

Nobody Loves Me, It's True, Not Like You Do

My civic duty is done for the year. Today I was removed from the jury panel because one of my family members was a victim of a crime similar to the one in the trial. I had almost forgotten about the incident as it was 13 years ago, but when other jurors started discussing their experiences as crime victims I remembered what had happened. It's a really long, convuluted story and I don't know that I'm comfortable discussing it here.

Something interesting to note is that after the defender and prosecutor introduced themselves to the jury, they were sure to note that this case, as most real life cases, are NOTHING like the cases on LA Law, Boston Legal, CSI, etc. I read recently that many lawyers have had a difficult time in their cases because of the popularity of shows like CSI. Jurors want more crazy-sophisticated evidence. They want witnesses confessing on the stands. They want lawyers to yell at the witnesses. I can only imagine.

In other news, I ordered my wedding dress today! I was holding off as long as possible because I was in between sizes, but I was able to fit into the smaller size as of today. Yay for non-scale victories!

"I've never seen my sister this happy, Ian. If you hurt her, I'll kill you and make it look like an accident." - Nick Portokalos, My Big Fat Greek Wedding

Monday, October 03, 2005

How To Piss My Neighbors Off

Remember how Brent's bike got stolen Saturday? Well, we just heard from our neighbor that one of their bikes was stolen tonight! Their bike was on the same sort of bike rack as ours, but was locked with a U-lock. By the way, Brent found this online - a recently discovered hack that enables asshats to easily open padlocks.

We're both filing reports with the police department and I'm strongly considering creating flyers to take around the neighborhood to warn people of the rash of bike thefts while possibly obtaining more information from anyone who might have seen someone riding bikes out of our (gated) garage. We brought my adorable Paul Frank bike upstairs to our patio to keep it safe. I hope the asshat(s) who stole the bikes die a slow, painful death filled with shards of glass, battery acid and Nickelback.

"The world needs anger. The world often continues to allow evil because it isn't angry enough." - Bede Jarrett

Court Is Session

Today's jury duty involved a lot of sitting around, staring at walls, reading books, a little online time and coincidentally, a co-worker of mine. We broke for lunch and after we returned, we waited around a bit and then were asked to go up to a court room a few stories up. There, I was one of the (un?)lucky folks called to the juror's box as part of the first 18. It was so late in the afternoon when we started that we have to go back Wednesday for Jury Selection Process - The Sequel. Quite a cast of characters in the jury pool. Wish I could say more, but I'd hate to be the first person to go to trial for perjury on a blog. I will tell you about this strange conversation with a fellow juror.

Her: "Are you Native American?"
Me: "No. I'm Italian and Filipino."
Her (excited): "OOOOH! I thought you were Native American because your hair is so straight, shiny and coarse!"

Just for the record, my hair is straight, shiny but NOT coarse!

(explaining how he left the SuperFriends) "They *said* it was some sort of budget thing. But *I* think it's because I complained that they were always pairin' me up with a white SuperFriend, like I was gonna start super-lootin' the minute they weren't watchin'. And you think I named *myself* Black Vulcan? Hell, no! I used to go by Supervolt. 'Black Vulcan' was Aquaman's idea. And I said, well, maybe we should just call you White Fish." - Black Vulcan, Harvey Birdman, Attorney at Law

Sunday, October 02, 2005

The Jury's Out

Guess who has jury duty tomorrow? A part of me is dreading it, but another part of me is looking forward to it. This is my first time and I have to figure out how to keep myself occupied. I was going to knit until I read that we're not supposed to, I'm assuming for fear that someone is going to stab someone else with my bamboo needles. It's a shame because I bet I could finish an entire scarf while I was there. Well, here's to catching up on some overdue reading - I think I have at least six books on my shelves that I have yet to read.

Last night South African Ballerina Jen and I saw Just Like Heaven. The movie itself was enjoyable (love me some Mark Ruffalo). I wish I could say the same about some of the audience members. Damn 13-year-old girls in the second row literally screaming and laughing hysterically at parts that weren't funny, applauding where no applause was necessary. Granted I was probably obnoxious as a teen, but not in public - only in the comfort of my parents' or my friends' homes.

The rest of our weekend include a lovely dinner with Josh, Jami and their too-cute-for-words daughter, Hallie, who now recognizes me and says "Nah-NET!"

Brent and I worked out twice. I'm starting week two of the Buff Brides program and I think I can already see a difference in my arms. I didn't lose any weight last week, but I have high hopes for this week.

Did anyone catch SNL last night? I went to bed early and missed it. Was Steve Carrell freakin' hilarious?

[on using gym equipment] "I always hate having to use the equipment after these huge buff guys who move, like, the entire rack of plates. Then I get on, and move two plates, you know like: CLANK! CLANK! 'I'm the two plate guy!' CLANK! CLANK! 'Anyone wanna spot me?' CLANK! CLANK!" - Brian Regan

How To Piss Brent Off

Sneak into our communal gated garage sometime between 2 and 5 p.m. on Saturday. Somehow open the combination padlock that secures his bike to our bike rack by a cable. Take the bike that I bought him for his birthday last year, leaving the cable (uncut, by the way). Continue to be a property-stealing asshat whose karma is definitely tainted by this incident. Hope you don't get hit by a bus, like I'm hoping for.

"What a crazy world we live in! Trying to treat addiction as a legal problem, and trying to treat criminal misbehaviors using guns as a medical problem! Beam me up, Scotty. Ain't no intelligent life down here." - Julie Cochran